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Noyan Dhauga Poem
They've hung on him a For sale tag
He's wearing a stale old plastic bag
And the rest of him is in rags
The whole world passes by him
Stops and stares, or points at whim
Mad Marley stands there everyday
Without a job without the pay
He knew no place but where he stood
On that busy trafficked crossing road
He was waiting for something to happen there
Perhaps the justice that the judges couldn't spare
Of some long forgotten clash of cars
That had claimed his life and all its hours
So there he stood all the time
As the crowd of cars grew in line
Then one day, a day like any other
He saw a car hit another
And out fell a man, the man with the scar
Who had killed his wife and children with his car
A drop of blood trickled down the man's nose
Mirroring Mad Marley's teardrops as he rose
He removed his for sale tag and plastic bag
Took out the bullet that, for these 18 years he had, had
And the rusted barrel of the gun
He had sworn he would use to avenge his son
Mad Marley fell on the pavement alone and dead
With the bullet lodged inside his head
Copyright © Noyan Dhauga | Year Posted 2012
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Noyan Dhauga Poem
The Wasp and the Electric Light
He has eyes only for her
Who said love is blind??
Her glow draws him closer
For shes playing on his mind
His life revolves around her
He's waiting for an end
He doesn't mind murder
Unless his lover's will bends
He's spiraling, closer still
In an attempt to break his lovers will
And finally the little wasp
Is in the electric lights grasp
Before he learns to love
He must learn to die
Its like his woolen glove
Touching the electric light
Copyright © Noyan Dhauga | Year Posted 2012
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